ch other. At least you had none from me, had
you?
BOX.
No, not unless you had any from me.
COX.
Then I will confide in you. I don't mind telling you--
BOX.
I have no objection to inform you--
COX.
That I am--
BOX.
So am I--
COX.
Here--
BOX.
Exactly my case--
COX.
To marry--
BOX.
Yes, to espouse--
COX.
Eh?
BOX.
It's the same thing.
COX.
Oh. To marry Penelope Anne.
BOX.
Penelope Anne! So am I!
COX.
You!
BOX.
I.
COX.
Then, Box, I'm sorry for you. You've no chance. Go.
BOX.
On the contrary, Cox, as there can't be the smallest possibility of your
being accepted, it's for you to retire. _Allez._
COX.
I shan't allez.
BOX.
No more shall I.
COX.
Mr. Box, since we last met, circumstances have changed. You no longer
speak to a gentleman--
BOX.
You needn't explain _that_--
COX.
I say, to a gentleman connected with the Hatting interest. _No_, my
family solicitor discovered that my great grandfather had been a
Venetian Count, or a Margrave, or a Hargrave, or a something of that
sort, and that therefore my proper title was Count Cox The Landgrave.
BOX.
The _Landgrave_--you might as well be a tombstone at once.
COX.
I am serious. I have come over to mix pleasure with business, and to
offer to Penelope Anne the hand of The Landgrave, or of the Venetian
Count. So yield to the aristocracy; and, Printer, withdraw.
BOX.
Excuse me, Cox, but since our parting I have discovered that in my veins
flows the blue blood of the Hidal_gos_--
COX.
How many "goes"?
BOX.
Don't be profane--of the Hidalgos of Spain. I have already assumed half
the title. The rest will be sent on to me in a few days, and I am here
to offer to Penelope Anne the hand and coronet of Don Jose John de Boxos
y Caballeros y Regalias de Salamanca. _Fuego_, as we say in Spain,
_Fuego_.
COX.
Never, while _I_ live, shall _you_ marry Penelope Anne.
BOX.
Never, while I marry Penelope Anne, shall you live. I've Spanish blood
in my veins. Pistols!
COX.
Swords!
BOX.
When?
COX.
Now. (_Clock strikes_). That's the second glass of water you have made
me lose. You are ruining my health.
BOX.
Then let me shoot you at once. By the way, I haven't got a pistol.
COX.
Paltry evasion! There's a shooting gallery here where they let 'em out
by the hour.
BOX.
How many hours shall we take 'em for?
COX.
Well--we'v
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